Friday, August 22, 2008

I have a blind dog. He had poor vision as a puppy when I adopted him from the humane society (who found him left along the side of the road. How can anyone leave a puppy on the side of the road to die? Anyway,....) and lost the rest of his vision before he was a year old. He gets around pretty well. He has a habit of picking up one of my sneakers and carrying it around the house. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he uses the sneaker like a blind person uses a cane, carrying it so when he runs into something, the shoe hits first instead of his head.

I bring up my dog because I feel the pain of the people in the commercial for Dr. Frank's. I wish I could give my dog sight. I feel horrible when he runs into something, especially something new I just brought into the house that he isn't familiar with. I know that a lot of people, myself included, consider their pets part of the family. Ranger (my dog) dislocated his shoulder one day, and I held him, comforted him, and cried until he stretched out and popped it back in place. I can not stand suffering, and I would do anything that I could to prevent any member of my family from suffering.

And now, for 20$ to start, Dr. Frank will take advantage of our love for our pets, and sell us a bottle of flavored water.

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Who am I? I'm Foster Disbelief. Foster: v.t. to rear; to promote; to cherish. Disbelief: n. Refusal or reluctance to believe. My nom de guerre if you will. I am not a sycophant. I do not speak for the skepticism movement nor the atheist movement although I identify with both. My voice is my own.
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